Me: Did Dad get pizza for you last night?
Jonah: Yes! (singing) And we got to eat downstairs! And it was a pizza party! How come YOU never do a pizza party?
Later in the day…
Me: Did you eat all the pears yesterday?
Jonah: Yes! And Dad didn’t wash them.
Me: Really? Doesn’t he know better than that?
Jonah: He just likes them better when they’re dirty.
Jonah just brought me a bottle of cuticle oil (looks like a small bottle of nail polish)…
Jonah: “Mom, what is this?”
Me: “That’s cuticle oil. Do you want me to put some on your cuticles?”
Jonah: (embarrassed giggles) “Where are my cuticles?” (more laughter)
When Jonah finally staggered out of the bedroom, the very first thing he said in his scratchy little voice was this…
“Dad’s gonna get Cloudy and a Chance of Meatballs 2… We made a deal.”
When we strolled by the baby aisle in Target today, Jonah murmurs under his breath… “I hate baby stuff”
I’m not sure when this was from but obviously it’s been a while. Oli must be 1ish… So around the 2008 timeframe.